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“So tell us, Greg… you seem a decent sort, and you’re qualified for the position. But is there any reason you can think of why we should not give you the job?”
“Well… I am allergic to bullshit. Would that be a problem?”
“Take your resume and get the hell out.”

Unfortunately, they didn’t ask that question. I worked for them for two years. Until I was basically so wound up over their BS that I could barely sleep at night.
It’s a story for another time. Actually, the tenth anniversary of my departure from that firm is May 7 next year. Something to look forward to, Laura.

I am glad you didn’t waste your time in that firm longer than 2 years. Hopefully you could find an alternative to that job.
Here in Italy life is hard, you know.
I am considering to work as fortune teller. There are so many desperate and vulnerable people looking for a job that I could get rich in a short time. I just need to be a real bitch and get a chair in the government.

that’s right, but you don’t know Italian MPs are the most paid in Europe. Working for the government even only a couple of weeks should be enough to pay for a ticket and a visa and move there in Tanzania. There I could carry out my dream and live in the forest as I have always wanted to do. Will you come to visit me Gregory

They’re working their way back into the Dark Ages, Laura. Nice place to visit, I’ve got an uncle and aunt who live in Hobart, but they think industry is an optional extra. Plus, after seeing a movie called Van Diemen’s Land, I can’t think of Tasmanian forests without thinking of cannibalism.
We do have some very nice forests in the southwest of WA. Just saying…

sorry to say I am with Tasmanian people and think industries are killing nature making people poorer and society an unlivable place.
Just last night I saw a documentary on people living there who cure themselves with herbs and natural medications. Using traditional herbs as medications would preserve nature, make people healthier and stop the business of big firms that speculate on life and death. The next documentary was on global warning in Greenland and the extinction of white bears. You sum all those factors up and will understand why I am so straight about this topic

Not that again… I just been through that with Gina. She was featured on Gene Simmons Family Jewels; Gene’s wife and daughter and his wife’s sister are going to feature in the 2013 calendar. But the program was blocked “not available in your area”. I found a solution.
Anyway, the clip was Devo at their weirdest.

Yes, the mainstream journalism is a corpse which moves by itself.
I was just reading a few hours ago the subject “censura legale”, from the site of Paolo Barnard, a free-lancer.

And then.
The scheme is this: are you a man of good will
& a free-thinker
& you want to employ yourself in the south of italy?
The answer is the simples, and sound like this:
– You’re not wellcome.

And if, maybe, that is your homeland?
This:
– Shut up.

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But, I guess a worst curse: to work or not to work became almost the same: since industrialism had yet realized the perfect separation – life became a show.
The industry of entertainment is the leading-diamond-edge of the entire spectacular system: what is not showed does not exist.
And if the show is false – and ideed it is – what’s true is too a part of it.
So: you refuse to be part of the show, by not accepting its timing, its rules, its prerogatives?
You got simply to renounce to be embodied in this society.

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Ought know old men who made half-bridges. . .
Ought start to do this: to nullify yourself – a false objectivation derived from a series of spectacular relations – to nullify yourself for clarity.

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I don’t know if I’m personal qualified, anyway: something I’m sure:
For someone today there’s a spring of inspiration for the daily start on digging the way of escaping – a principle for struggle for,

but yet the debt for this is growing as a supernova. . .

And Mr. someone got to solve.

He got to mind for a pleasing vision of a new formula.

And, someone ought to know too that he got to make it soon, also for M.B.:

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the dark,
And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha
And the Stock Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors,
And cold the sense and lost the motive of action.
And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
Nobody’s funeral, for there is no one to bury.
I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness,
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing façade are all being rolled away—
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.